Campanitas

The heat and the flies, the taste of salt from my armpit appear to me behind the smoke of weed and tobacco watching life go by, and no words come out of my lips I try to get closer, dog cough, smell of death and from my mouth words that go away, that go away, that go awaay....And I find no solution, I feel silly for wanting to go out live and eat peacefully I want to avoid dying the same every day, I get lost trying to change I get lost trying to improve and I don't want to move to the rhythm of modernity anymore. Destroy and destroy, destroy and build disorder for my garden, disorder to see myself happier many heads must be cut off for my garden to flourish, many heads must be cut off. The heat and the flies can cloud my head even more I reluctantly see how ambition can win, can win, the computer, the updated man everything archived everything deleted, the heat burning consciousness traps us with all modernity. And I find no solution to anything...